Motorbiking

This morning I rode my motorcycle to work, which is not unusual. I opted to leave my helmet at home, just cause I didn’t want helmet hair when I got my haircut after work. It’s dangerous to not wear one but other things could happen in a cycle accident, any way the point is, there is something about the “freedom” of riding with no brain bucket. You can hear the motorbike engine as you ride, the sound of the engine, in this case all 1600 cc’s. It’s a sweet sound and it meshes with the feel of the ride. For example, as I turned on highway 85 and twisted the throttle, it was and always is quite a feeling. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it. But the power as the wrist turns the accelerator is exhilarating, it’s a rush. That’s one reason you’ll never see a motorcycle in front of a psychiatrist’s office building…unless it’s the psychiatrist’s bike.